Monday, January 31, 2011

the stories we tell

pillow to the head
tucked in bed, mama read
stories...

mother goose, brothers grimm
swim, spin, then dance around
my head, fade to black, dreams
attack, impact, entertain my
brain, games those words play,
once eyes shut and the
lights go out----creating
brightest day, darkest night
nehemiah said don't be afraid
remember Who is and fight...

...but who am i spitting platitudes
abound inside with attitudes derived
from these stories i tell, sell my self
to myself & dictate my life,
harmony or strife, cut like a knife,
hack, saw me down to size or enlarge
the truth residing inside...

i am special, i am some body
i have an identity beyond the
serial number they gave me or
these word balloon hand grenades
raining pain heavy serenades
i repeat to myself when i say
what i say when i talk to myself...

we are the sum of the stories
spooling between our ears
leaking down drain pipes into
the gutters of our hearts---
so rewrite, right now don't
wait for tonight the stories you
rewind & replay in your mind
cause mama ain't the one reading
pillow to head, as you tuck into bed

71 comments:

Paul C said...

'So rewrite, right now'...those stories we tell. Authentic and vital reflections, Brian.

Daniel said...

Kind of a mantra for our writing and posting in the blogosphere. Stories to tell and share. Only in the writing can we reflect and gain perspective and understand history and significance. Somethings are unappreciated by others or might seem trivial or inane, but they can sustain us or embolden us or push us to new places.

Shrinky said...

Ah Brian, you got that so right, my friend (as ever). We are, always and only, that whom we believe ourselves to be - often, we need to re-write the plot.

rosaria said...

Man, this is like a rap song. Get the music playing in the background. This rocks!

Dianne said...

Yay! slam poetry! when you perform this be sure to post a recording on your blog.
...since you're stepping outside the box, you might as well stand up completely!
ha,
love it,Di

CM said...

Awesome! I found this very inspirational. I sometimes hesitate to write for fear of...what? I don't know. I like the "don't wait for tonight". I think many people feel they need to wait for the perfect time to write and then never get around to it. Excellent!

Sue said...

Words are indeed powerful. Especially the ones we direct at ourselves.

Hope said...

wonderful write!
love the last bit summed it up nicely

we are the sum of the stories
spooling between our ears
leaking down drain pipes into
the gutters of our hearts---
so rewrite, right now don't
wait for tonight the stories you
rewind & replay in your mind
cause mama ain't the one reading
pillow to head, as you tuck into bed

thanks, Brian

Caty said...

I love this style of writing...fast and powerful...and such a great message in your words :)

Friko said...

we are he sum of the stories spooling between our ears.

Stories are indeed what I know best; I love stories, telling them and having them told to me.
There's nothing better.

Cathleen said...

...and so we all take pen to paper and try a little harder. Great story telling and rhythm - wonderful poem.

drybottomgirl said...

For some reason this reminded me of the journey Max takes in "Where the Wild things Are". How when sent to his room he creates an entire different world. We are influenced by the stories we hear....

Baino said...

Rewrite indeed. River of Mnemosyne starts tomorrow, got your first piece?

PattiKen said...

Hmmm... I wonder if we can ever really rewrite, or simply convince ourselves that we have. Perhaps "they" are right: the more things change, the more they stay the same. "Plus ca change, plus ce'st la meme chose." 50 million Frenchmen can't be wrong, right?

annell said...

So good!

TALON said...

One of the best things growing up - having story time before bed. This brought back great memories of my childhood and of my children's childhoods. (Did you notice I'm purposely ignoring the re-write stanza because I have some re-writing to do - which I usually love - but I'm not quite in the mood yet)

I like this a lot, Brian.

Heather said...

I love this one....rewrite , right now...we are the ones in control of our stories...xo

SY said...

wow.. this is beautiful.. what we put into our ears is what we get out

AmyLK said...

very nice! I wish I could rewrite right now! lol

natalee said...

so rewrite right now!!!!!!! this was my fav part... awesome!!!

Claudia said...

this has a wicked flow brian - one day you will start to rap..and i'm looking forward to this

Bonnie said...

POW! A knockout post Brian!

lori said...

So, maybe this is a strange reaction, but I have tears in my eyes. Maybe I'm just tired, but I think it's the power of the words that makes me feel emotional.

I especially liked the last stanza - all of it.

Jen said...

This is one of my favorites. Don't like the plot? Rewrite. Don't like where your life is going? Change direction.

Leah said...

What others said, a rhythmic rappy poem, amazing skillful internal rhymes, very daring form. I love it.

Vicki Lane said...

Love the rhyming fun!

Dulce said...

Sometimes the more we rewrite our story the more we find we'll very possibly do it again... or maybe not. Little changes make big differences.

Okie said...

Fun stuff. I really love the tempo of this one. Very nice. :)

Bernie said...

I have so missed your poems and stories.....enjoyed this so much.
Hopefully I will continue to feel better so I can keep up with all of my favorite blogs......:-)Hugs

Deidra said...

I hear a beat when I read this. Did you hear it, too?

Magpie said...

"the gutters of our hearts"...I don't know exactly what you meant by this. Your heart is very far from a gutter. We do delude ourselves so often. I thought this very thought myself a week or so ago. In a casual conversation it became clear to me that a good friend of mine saw me through different eyes than I saw myself. Gladly I didn't let my emotions get in the way and I just listened and learned.

deb colarossi said...

just so terrific, Brian.

Karen said...

Ok, at first this poem made me feel guilty (I have a pending rewrite I need to knuckle down and do) and then it made me feel charged up.

Rowr! Rewrite RIGHT NOW!

sage said...

Lots of good advice here, I like it!

blueviolet said...

It's kinda like a rap, huh?

Pat said...

I like the rhythm of this one, and it speaks the truth. Rewrite, right now!

sheila said...

Life is one big ol re-write. Love this!

Lori said...

Brilliant words you put together here Brian...we all have a story to tell and we all want to be heard...story time with my little's is one of my favorite times of the day...whether its a book or one's we make up...

Jill said...

This one is sporadic yet has a rhythm at the same time? WOT?

The power of words/stories/thoughts...brilliant.

Steve E said...

Yep, I heard a 'rap' in this also. It is the first time I've enjoyed a 'rap'.

I will repeat myself (what's new?)
Brian, I think your parents, when they named you, misspelled BRAIN!

KB said...

I could do with chaging the stories I tell myself. Mum's were much better.

Laura said...

The internal rhyming in this one is contagious! You bring back memories, Brian, and challenge me to write my own story. Wonderful!

ladyfi said...

Wonderful rhythm in this writing.

Marla said...

I am never disappointed when I stop in my friend. Never.

Shadow said...

you're right, we write our own stories...

ed pilolla said...

yeah, like a poetry slam. a lot of fun.

Sam!! said...

Powerful words..:)

Take care

Alan Burnett said...

...but who am i spitting platitudes
abound inside with attitudes ....
Story of my life.

Zuzana said...

Reading this I feel it should be read out aloud, it is like poetry that needs to be heard.;)
Rewriting the plot, yes indeed, I feel like that at times too.;)
Have a great day dear Brian,
xoxo

Just Be Real said...

Thank you Brian for sharing.

un-speackable love 2 said...

great work:) keep it up :) hope to c u on my blog :)

the walking man said...

Edit for clarity never rewrite for history, not even if it gives you a better night dream.

TechnoBabe said...

The last part is amazing. Life isn't a fairy tale. It is real.
"stories spooling between our ears
leaking down drain pipes into the gutters of our hearts" is one of the best lines ever.

slommler said...

Yes a re-write could be in order for sure!! The stories we tell ourselves is sometimes pure fiction; blown up and embellished with sad endings. Spice them up and make them happy so you can go on with your day with a smile on your lips and a happy tune in your heart!!
Yep! That's for me!
Hugs
SueAnn

Lorraine said...

those I read were from a Countess, Comtesse Segur, butgood little girls didn't enchant my son..but caring bears did lol

Birdie said...

'i'm special i'm some body' I like the play with the words :-) ... yes we are 'just' the bodies even though some may think otherwise ... and we are what we believe to be or what we were told we are which often needs to be rewrited anyway ... have a wonderful day Brian!

OJ Gonzalez-Cazares said...

you are special.. you make us feel special. Stories we tell to ourselves... aren't those the ones we fear the most?

budh.aaah said...

Hope we can rewrite it all for ourselves..inside our heads..and come up with a better ending...understanding.

Anonymous said...

loved it brian.

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emily wierenga said...

brightest day, darkest night nehemiah said...

love this.

Goofball said...

either I am way too tired lately or your poetry is getting more difficult to read....but I'm lost somewhere to be honest

mama-face said...

been reading in your dreams lately? I'm catching up backwards; and these latest two posts are so awesome. wow.

secret agent woman said...

I come from a family of story tellers, so life is constantly in revision.

Penelope said...

Wow…wow.

A.Decker said...

Very compelling, pops along almost staccatto(I think that's the word I want)with the rhymes. And definitely reads like, as someone else suggested, one that should be read aloud, standing before a group. I'd love to hear it.

Syd said...

Reminds me of that Jimmy Buffet song about the stories we could tell.

Candie Bracci said...

Really nice tell not tale :)

Joybird said...

One of the most revelatory things someone asked me to do was to write down what I heard in my head when I was upset over a breakup. Shocking, absolutely shocking. The enemy had whispered some horrible things to me that I repeated over and over as brutal lullabies. That began to change that very day; I began to pay much closer attention. "So rewrite, right now...cause mama ain't the one reading pillow to head, as you tuck into bed." Truth Brian, just plain truth.

Mmm said...

that is a great ending and so well noted too. Great words here. I love that part about going down to the heart.

Elaine said...

"I repeat myself when I say, what I say, when I talk to myself"

I'd say BRILLIANT myself!

Margie said...

How I loved this!
Thank you, Brian.

Margie :)